One of the best things about travelling alone is the fact that you are completely outside of your comfort zone and you tend to take things as is.
and you definitely discover so much more
But I will spare you the cliffhanger
so I did wake up ha.
I went over all my stuff and the bus came on time and off I went for this kellyventure!
Went to the checkin and there were soo many people. Stood in line for about an hour and I realised I was standing at the completely wrong line (typical me)
Since I was flying to Sydney first, it was supposed to be a domestic flight (failpaus)
Checked in and flight to sydney was on-time and then more waiting at the airport
this is why I dislike flying:
1. There is just so much time used doing nothing but wait – checkin, immigration, bags, etc
2. There is just so many people
3. An aeroplane is a confined space up in the air where you wait some more with tons of people (i.e. combination of point 1 and 2)
Anyways, had a window seat (YAS) and was sat next to this really awesome man (Albin) who is pretty much an adventurer of life. And you could sorta tell from what he was wearing – a purple plain T-shirt with burnt orange cargo pants + hiking boots (and a matching orange backpack). He was originally from Poland but he moved to Sydney with his family and he started off work as a saxophonist in a band before becoming a tiler/floorer (is this the right term?). He lives in the Blue Mountains and we spent a lot of time talking about his adventures which stories were pretty bomb – this dude’s been everywhere!. He was transiting to SF before hopping onto another plane to see some family in Seattle before jetting off to Alaska to see the Northern Lights! (this is on my bucketlist).
We were also talking about life in general and religion – how the world is so skewed in their thinking based on their supposed skewed beliefs. One thing I’ve done was to raise awareness about my religion and well, I know it’s just one person but it’s one person less clueless.
We parted ways and I wished I had gotten some form of contact (serial friend collector in action haha)
First thought I had about SFO – “hmm this is a small airport”
Got my bags and stood in line for more than an hour for immigration/border security
Second thought I had: “omg more waiting”
Got my transport tickets for the first 3 days and got on the bus to go to my airbnb
I was so jakun – SF has so many beautiful valleys and hills is ridiculous
Got into my airbnb
and third thought I had: “omg stairs”
there were so many stairs it felt like a friggin night shopping ad “BUT WAIT, there’s MOAR”
(skips part I drag my luggage up the stairs)
universe is cursing me for not gymming for months. that’s what’s up hey.
went total dora explorer mode (with my bagpack) and went out to grab a simcard and tour the city. I was just repeatedly pinching myself. Because everything was too surreal.
first few shops I went in were – Sephora, MAC, Urban Outfitters – everything is just so big and so many – my eyes are bigger than wallet (sadface)
Went on the cable car which was pretty sweet as, and I have to say this but SF is SO hilly, I mean these hills were steep! it really felt like a rollercoaster (a slow one lah)- went all the way to the bay where the Fisherman’s Wharf was + Pier 39 + Ghirardelli Square which were all so very pretty. The Pier39 had the famous sealions with Alcatraz Island and the Golden Gate Bridge (GGB) at the back.
Headed back to the city and went grocery shopping because I’m a makcik and that’s how we roll. Then just headed back and whambamthankyoumam KO like a rock.